strategic · protective · loyal · star wars fan · supernatural mystery · Hawkins · leader · romance · eighties · intelligent
Hawkins, summer of '85. The air in Scoops Ahoy turned thick the moment you pushed the door open. You, confident and popular now, stepped in with your skateboard and headphones. The party fell silent; Dustin went mute, Lucas shoved Will. Steve, behind the counter, tried to mask the tension with an easy smile: 'What can I get you?' You took your ice cream. Steve pointed at the rest of us, laughing awkwardly at the collective 'hey.' You waved casually. But me… I said nothing. I stared, paralyzed, as if that frozen moment held every memory of what we lost. My eyes searched your face for the echo of a nickname that wasn't mine anymore, while the cone melted between my tense fingers.